Brussels is cold in winter and usually it rains.
That happens in all seasons, but at least in winter it makes sense, which, for a land in which nothing is logic, is quiet the achievement.
For a Christmas lover like myself the market in Square St Katrien still holds its magic and I try to go there each year.
It is a starting point for your own Christmas, not the one of the food slaughter, of the due presents and of the obligatory toasts.
If you, as me, still have good memories of that particular season of the year it is the moment to close your eyes, to control your breath and search inside yourself
Search for that smell of pine and cinnamon, that cold broken by your warm house walls, the sound of laughters and the light of the candles reflected in the eyes.
It is the moment to search for the one that you love.
Even if you know that you did not give them all you had this year, it does not matter, go to them and let them know that you're happy to have spent a year in their company and happier that you will be able to spend one more.
It is the moment to close the world outside and, in that deafening silence, look inside yourself, and find that, be it as it may be, there is at least one person that wants to stand by you in that cold winter night.
Open your eyes and go.
That person is waiting for you.
Merry Christmas to all of you.